Chapter 253: Grant Holloway's Attitude Was Crystal Clear

Grant Holloway's attitude was crystal clear—he couldn't care less about this child.

The bigger problem? Theodore Holloway remained completely in the dark. Every time Catherine Holloway mustered the courage to speak, the words died on her lips.

She knew her husband too well.

Father and son shared the same icy detachment in their bones.

With Paige Lawson's baby bump now visible, terminating the pregnancy was out of the question.

Catherine had no choice but to accept this reality.

"Mrs. Reed, I heard your daughter-in-law is expecting twins? What a blessing!"

"Indeed! The lovebirds kept it secret until the pregnancy stabilized—wanted to surprise me."

"Congratulations! My useless son doesn't even have a girlfriend. By the way, Mrs. Holloway, is your son seeing anyone?"

Catherine took a refined sip of tea. "Oh, he's completely absorbed in running his little company."

"You're too modest! Everyone knows your son's company went public!"

The corners of Catherine's lips lifted slightly. "Just child's play."

"My son lacks ambition—hovering around his wife since the pregnancy test turned positive. I'm pinning all my hopes on the grandson."

"The baby isn't even born yet, and you're already planning his future?"

The group burst into laughter.

"You don't understand. Latest foreign research shows fetuses can receive education in the womb."

"I enrolled my daughter-in-law in the most exclusive prenatal class—all instructors studied abroad."

"That extravagant?"

"Absolutely. Maternal quality directly impacts fetal development. Only an exceptional mother breeds an exceptional child."

Catherine's eyes flickered.

Upon returning home, she immediately summoned the butler.

"Enroll Paige Lawson at this prenatal center. And make sure Mr. Holloway doesn't find out."

The butler understood perfectly.

Thirty minutes later.

"Madam, it's done."

Catherine dialed Paige's number.

The phone rang endlessly before being answered.

"Who is this?"

Catherine suppressed her irritation. "It's me."

"Oh! Aunt Catherine! I didn't check the caller ID."

"I've registered you for prenatal classes starting tomorrow. Consider it high-society networking—flower arranging, tea tasting, that sort of thing."

Her tone brooked no argument.